Mary, Mary quite contrary

Here's a conversation that I heard go down in the back seat of the car the other day, when Landis was taking exception with everything that Gibson had to say:

Gibson: Landis, stop arguing with me!
Landis: I'm NOT!
Gibson: Yes you are!
Landis: No I'm NOT!
Gibson: Yes you are!
Landis: NO I'M NOT!
Gibson: Yes you are!
Landis: NO I'M NOT!!!
Gibson: Yes you are!
Landis: NO I'M NOT!!!!

And so on and so forth for quite a while. And as ridiculous as it was, I have to admit that I found it to be hilarious that they were having an argument about whether or not they were having an argument. I choose my battles, so when it's not really a big deal I try to stay out of it and let them work through their tiffs on their own. But if I had to pick sides, I'd back Gibson on this one. Actually, I'd back Gibson a lot. Landis is the button-pusher in our household. For a kid who is so incredibly sweet, he has a remarkable ability to be a giant, contrary, pain in the ass. And I swear he just does it because he likes to stir the pot. So this morning I wrote him a poem. It's a take off on the little girl with the little curl. Wanna hear it? Here it goes:

There is a little guy
He's a Gemini
And he's sweet as a little bing cherry

Except when he's not
And it happens a lot
That he's flat out adverse and contrary